I’m unbelievably lazy. I need to kill some puppies. I want to throw stones at people’s cars. I want to give my accounting lecturer a haircut. I want to sleep. I want to sing. I want to burn my accounting textbooks (and force them ashes down my lecturer’s throat). I want to tie accountants to chairs and flick teaspoon on their heads every 2 seconds. I want to be alert. AARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Post-christmas blues or examination stress? Who knows? Who cares? I just want to guzzle loads of cola, chomp on fried chickens…all while watching re-runs of The Apprentice. I knew Bill Ransic was going to win, having read the abstracts online a year ago. He is so hot. Oh la la. Got to repeat, HE IS SO GAWD DAMN HOT.

I thought the show was not going to make it to Malaysia but thank goodness those tv people have some common sense afterall. Maybe they too realised that they’ve been dangling precariously above the flames from combustion of dumb reality shows. One more For Love or Money and I’m going to heed my arsonist calling. By the way, I miserably miss Frasier. Sigh.

I almost kamikaze-d my future this morning. My procrastination got me into hot soup. Again. Well, the story went like this, I set my alarm to 3am in the morning so I could mug them books till 8.30am. Murphy’s Law in action, I got up at 8.30am instead. That left me with less than an hour to revise. Don’t ask me why, but I survived. However, I must admit to my detriment, I did seriously consider giving the exam a pass and to retake it another time. After a couple of deliberations and U-turns, I drove to college in determination.

Mom has a colleague affected by the tsunami. Her house’s flattened and her mother is in the hospital recuperating from broken ribs. Thank goodness nobody in her family died. Another colleague has a house on a hilltop by Miami Beach, she said the view from her window is simply heart-rending. The fact that we’ve never experienced tsunami before shouldn’t be an excuse for the incompetence of our meteorological department. Could it be because it’s a Sunday and Boxing Day to boot? Last I read, the deathtoll is 44000 all over Asia. RIP.

Allow me to digress. Here are some pictures from the Xmas party.

Many turned up.

Suan and me.

The Chefs at work.

Wah Chai cracking everybody up.

Corn was sweet but not as sweet as me.

Me, Duncan and G.

Everyone digging in. Who’s that so elegantly popping peas?

Back to mugging accountings. Peace.

The enormity of the tsunami has finally hit me. I hope the victims and their kins are able to muster the strenght to get through this.

Tsunami in Malaysia? Sigh. Makes you wonder what’s going to be next.

Many of us are taking our good lives for granted, aren’t we? Just terrible. Just terribly sad.

Haven’t had a proper breakfast with the family for ages. This morning we had dimsum. I ordered the food while Dad parked the car. It felt weird and strangely empowering as Dad’s always been the one to order everything, especially the type of chinese tea. Feelings as a grown-up passed as soon as Dad paid for the food, which successfully reduced me to feeling like a 13 year old. I’ll always be their little girl.

My first proper Christmas party was awesome. It lasted to almost 5 in the morning. Gifts exchange was incredibly hilarious with KY jelly being the star item. The food, notably the lamb was out of this world. I got pissed, slept and woke up with only one thing in mind - lamb. It was that good.

My legs are hurting like I’ve done an 8km marathon. Weird, I can’t recall doing anything physically stressful. Maybe it’s the medicine. It’s making me really drowsy. Something popped into my mind this morning. Whenever we’re prescribed medication (especially antibiotics), it’s assumed that we would take them at the same time daily until the dosage finishes (assuring a successful annihilation). This is because bacteria are understood to be evolving mirco-organisms, hence the possibility of them developing immunity to the antibiotics, say they are left in the playground while I’m too busy sleeping than popping pills.

However, what if…just what if these bacteria really don’t evolve, not in such a short period of time anyway. I think it would be better to pop medicines at random time. I mean, if they could evolve, they could probably estimate the time interval between antibiotics deployment anyway and thus devising a method to avoid a complete destruction. So why should we be punctual in this matter? We should shock and surprise them devils. Don’t believe me? I’m a walking proof of this tried and tested theory.

However in case you’re wondering why am I sick now, well it’s completely irrelevant.

Finals are starting next week and wouldn’t you forsee my results already? Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Have been procrastinating since this morning. I’m supposed to have washed the car (which have been left to ferment for more than a month), tidied up my room and revised a couple of accounting chapters. I can’t remember doing anything productive except bloghopping. Blogexplosion is quite addictive. Time passes quickly when you’re procrastinating, hence the only conclusive thing out of this is, I dig it. Shoot me.

I get a perverted sense of pleasure everytime I visit the clinic. Mom’s health benefits provided by her employer are mega cool, cause they cover bumming, grown kids too (Read: me). I don’t need to pay a single cent, just flash the magic card and voila…free treatment and consultation. At times, I’m tempted to fake ailments in order to procure restricted substances, not that I use them…but you know, to sell to interested parties. Yeah, I’m entrepreneurial like that.

I want to watch Phantom of the Opera badly. Eversince I read The Forbidden Game at 14, I have always fantasised about being pursued by a mysterious, charismatic, evil figure. I’m not sure whether other girls share this sentiment, the eroticism in being the chosen one by an otherwise inassesible person. It’s a sense of accomplishment perhaps, I don’t know. I’m enthralled by story such as Hades/Persephone and I’ll never forget Lestat in Interview with the Vampire (which is hugely thanks to Tom Cruise, I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU). How obssessed was I with Lestat? I actually considered embracing vampirism. That did not work out cause contemporary vampirism is gothic and the fashion is plain hideous.

Okay, time to wash the car, tidy the room, contemplate my diet plan and hopefully revise some numbing accountings.

Majorly cranky now. No water supply since 12am last night. I can’t make supper. I’ve OD-ed on stale popcorns. I’m sticky. I’m menstruating. I don’t care if it reminds me of teh tarik, just give me water. Now.

I haven’t been blogging religiously lately. I’m a busy girl, ok? Well, the truth is I have recently entered into a new phase of life where I’ve gotten myself some fun people for friends, some kindred spirit and where internet connection is scarce (at least till Monday). I can honestly say that at this moment, I thoroughly dig my life. Okay, almost thorougly. Water, humour me!

Shaolin Kung Fu show was awesome. Monks were really cute too. Rosy cheeks and tight bodies. Too bad they were stunted. I took a pic with the most gorgeous one. Will post later. The show’s like magic, only they were real. The only reason David Blaine would deserve his enormous fame is by licking his own arse. Nuf’ said.

I’ve been eating as though I have skinny genes. That’s stupid behaviour by yours truly. Xmas and NYE are approaching and looking super hot is pertinent. Have to remind self to stop indulging in maggi goreng ayam, ramly burger special and cheese tarts. I want more exercise. I need more exercise.

I have a naggy feeling about my accountings. I hope I pass. I must pass.

Fuck…why am I even contemplating?

Cause you skipped too many Monday classes, Kim?

Hrmph. Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Compiling a list of resolutions for 2005. They must be realistic and attainable.

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Gorgeous monk. Ooh la la.

Tutu asked me to fill in for someone at Citibank as some coordinator. Yesterday was my 1st day and it was both bad and good. Bad because there was hardly work (if you called staring at the screen at 20 mins interval for 8 hours as work). Good, because my colleagues are really easygoing and nice people. I took the LRT to work and it was horrendous. I got lost at Masjid Jamek cause I couldn’t find the fucking transit station. I almost got mowed down trying to get to the other side where the station is. I honestly thought there’s a connecting bridge or something (I think there’s a tunnel, but it’s fucking misleading). One thing that I don’t comprehend…why do people ascending have to hike up the stairs and the ones descending get to do it in style with escalators? Amused and bemused at the same time.

Lesson number 1: killer heels do kill.

I had TGIF last night. Confession time, it’s my first time. Yeah I’m ulu like that. I’m a Chilli’s fan ok? Anyway, this someone was like totally taken aback upon hearing I’ve never eaten there and decided to give me a treat. We shared philly sandwiches, swiss mushroom burger and a sundae. Dessert was orgasmic.

Wasabi peas have probably aggravated my cold. Aside from a drooling nose and aching body, I got myself a bad sorethroat. Awesome. I’m going to have more wasabi peas.

This morning I called in sick. Tutu found a replacement. I got fired!!!!

I’m back in the job market.

I’m watching Shaolin Kungfu tonight. I’m looking forward to it. I don’t care if I infected the whole stadium. Shaolin’s cool.